I'm an auspicious, wild man that's more vicious, genie of the lamp and I grant you four wishes,

this here's my trigger finger with short itches, I punch you so hard in your face you get jaw

itches, on tour you could score some whore bitches, take a lot of dough to the bank and

store riches, I stomp so hard when I walk if the floor itches, the gang's full of homo

thugs and I sort pitches, it's 30 skee I'm 30 like a bar of H, I give you shumaka speeds

on these figure of eights, we broke, how is there an abs race, schema the jack, I'm master

wellies the ace, she come blah, lyrics for your ass clout face, so fuck mace, I give

you basement shit, on the taliban rhythm for the bashman chicks, I make them dance, genie

sing until they break their hips, I'm no mic tripper, just skills from the nipper, comes

only from this flipper, lyric out now start singing, rhymes and starts chilling just to

make a point, on the track that is spinning I'm winning, in the beginning god made mad,

but more so, he added walls, so now you'll overstand, eight bars, seven MC's, six cents,

five on the mic, four beats and four bars, three stars a two heavy one, one for the money

one, two for the talent, three for the way we seduce the mind's pallet, four five six,

one raise the bank pallets, seven eight what it's now they can't tell it, intelligent mic

mechanics, beat shattering brave phagmas, telepathic elements, all seven heads we represent,

it's diamond and G from psychic, from now I'm double P, so irritating I make a nun get

vexed with me, power is infinite, the visualistic, cerebalistic, cream of the crop MC's, trust

me you can't diss this, watch us demonstrate the real art of figuring eight, it's detriment,

I make an MC rap and it's on everyone, my restroom count's inflictive, cause I'm definitive,

I spit more punchlines in one line, than you faggots can fit in eight rhymes, you rappers

filming back you're swimming blind, that you're nice, cause you've had like twenty releases

and made a hit twice, but if you know hymns it's eight rhymes, eight hits, eight classes,

eight thousand chips multiplied eight times, in hindsight you should have known why, but

I came unexpected like pre -ejaculation, embarrass the mind, my ways are deep and get so shocking

they change your feelings, I lace the beat and get those props that you ain't achieving,

now make you see that there's no stopping from day to evening, cause my way of speaking

gets flows dropping like rainy season, yo and if you kids didn't know, I get classy and nasty,

just like Frank Sinatra picking his nose, there ain't no stopping mice, cause I'm the one man

gang that'll take on a whole army using my pocket knife, one for the money young, two for the talent,

three for the way we seduce the mind's pallet, four five six one raise the bank balance,

seven eight four it's no neck or tonic,

this is history in the making, clock the steps that we're taking, those guys is elevated, pure vibe,

circulating, foundations amplify, the temperature's rising, it's bonafide,

give thanks to the most high, with intense vocabulation, my lyrical demonstration evokes

the penetration of rhyme escalation, my battle rhymes are ruthless like concentration camps,

it's time for God to bone your girl till her ponani gets cramps, the number I create I take

and then turn, 90 degrees and it slide till it holds infinity state, instead of greeting snakes

with handshakes, I burn fakes on hot plates and with words that carry weight, whilst I form a

figure eight, whilst I backwards skate to make two circles and none hold my mental state, a circle for

my spirit and my body it breaks, with a key to heaven's gate where the eighth one awaits, we got

the game on master lock, pass the glock, I'm flying out to LA and blast the cop, I'ma keep moving up

until I pass the top, all this bullshit in hip -hop just has to stop, see I might spit a verse if I'm

asked to not, when the headline is show I'm the last to rock, and I will chase you down if you

ask to not, in the middle of the night I might trash your block, I'ma start breaking windows and

setting fire, and I keep wilding out without getting tired, I'ma take out my anger on the

poorest chump, so y 'all better start running like Forrest Gump, one for the money and two for the

talent, three for the way we seduce the mind's pallet, four five six one raise the bank balance,